Soldiers Attack Again

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The wheels rolled over the potholed road, causing the Jeep to bump violently. Su Ming leaned on the back seat, the bridge of his nose was still aching, and he didn't fall asleep with his eyes closed. At dawn, the wind poured in through the half-opened car window, making his ears numb. He remembered that the scarred man at the end smiled at him through the glass of the escort vehicle, with the corners of his mouth crooked to the base of his ears, like cuts made by a knife. The car stopped at a roadside supply point midway. The driver got out of the car to get hot water. Su Ming got out of the car and moved his shoulders. There was a black motorcycle parked at the corner of the street. The rider was wearing a full-face helmet, his face invisible and motionless. Su Ming glanced twice, but the man didn't respond. He went around to the convenience store to buy a bottle of water, opened it and took a sip, then glanced at the corner of the street. The motorcycle is missing. He lowered his head and walked forward. When he reached the corner, he deliberately quickened his pace and turned at a right angle against the wall. As soon as he stood still, he saw the motorcycle slowly sliding out from another path and stopping next to a telephone pole ten meters away. Su Ming did not move again. He crushed the water bottle, threw it into the trash can, turned around and walked back. The driver was walking to the car carrying a hot water bottle. "Squad leader, that motorcycle just now..." He spoke, his voice low. The driver looked back and said, "Where? I didn't pay attention." Su Ming said nothing more. He sat back in the back seat, put on his seat belt, and stared at the rearview mirror. After the car started, he kept paying attention to the rear. After leaving the town and getting on the national highway, the motorcycle did not appear again. But he knew that he didn't disappear, but followed him in a different way. The phone vibrated in his trouser pocket. He took it out and saw that it was an encrypted message from Zhang Hao, with only eight words: "Lao Wu was attacked on his way back to camp, and rescue efforts were ineffective." He stared at the screen, his fingers froze. There was a buzz in his head, as if someone had hit the back of his head with a hammer. He immediately dialed Zhang Hao's number, but the prompt tone was an empty number. The threshing army was connected again, and a strange voice came from the other side: "The company commander is in a meeting, please do not disturb." "I am Su Ming, the fifth veteran of my class——" "We know the situation and are investigating." The other party interrupted, "Don't send random messages and wait for notification." The phone hung up. Su Ming sat there, still holding his cell phone, and the screen had gone dark. He slowly stuffed his phone back into his pocket and looked up out the window. The trees on both sides of the road receded quickly, and the sun shone on the asphalt road, reflecting white light. He recalled that Lao Wu taught him how to clean the gun not long ago. He squatted on the playground and said while twisting the thread: "Your method is too rough. There is carbon deposits on the inner wall of the barrel. You have to scrape it hard, otherwise it will shoot out." That day he still thought Lao Wu was verbose. He took out his cigarette case, shook out a cigarette and lit it. The flames jumped and reflected in his eyes. He took a puff without swallowing, letting the cigarette stay in his mouth for a few seconds before slowly spitting it out. "Change the route." He said to the driver. "Where to go?" "Back to the company headquarters." The driver glanced at the rearview mirror, "But you haven't handed over the task yet, and Ban Zhang asked you to go to the warehouse to register the seizure list first." "I have to go back now." The driver hesitated for a moment, but turned around. When the car turned around, Su Ming caught a glimpse of a pickup truck following in the distance behind him. The truck bed was covered with canvas and he couldn't see clearly inside. He didn't say anything, just put out the cigarette and stuffed it into the crack of the car door. The car drove back for twenty minutes and passed through an old residential area. There were several tricycles parked on the side of the road, and clothes and sheets were hung on a clothesline. He suddenly remembered something and took out his mobile phone to look through the photos - before closing the network yesterday, he took a topographic map on the north wall of the factory and remembered that there was a drainage ditch outlet facing the alley. He enlarged the picture and compared it with the street view. Yes, it's right here. As soon as the car drove out of the alley, the phone vibrated again. It's still Zhang Hao's account, but the content is different: "Everyone is suspended from going out, and non-urgent tasks are cancelled. Lao Wu was found at a fork 800 meters away from the camp. He suffered a severe blow to the head and had no vital signs when he was sent to the hospital." After Su Ming finished reading, he clasped his phone on his knee. Lao Wu is not on a mission, he is coming back on his own. When the operation ended that night, everyone was exhausted and no one organized a celebration or dinner party. Lao Wu said he would go back home to pick up a new pair of training shoes and call his mother to report that he was safe. Before he left, he patted Su Ming on the shoulder: "Boy, you did a good job. Don't always talk back in the future. You can live longer." Now the person is gone. He stared at the road ahead, going through the pictures over and over in his mind: black motorcycle, pickup truck, fork in the road, drainage ditch. The time was right - Lao Wu was attacked at 4:17 in the morning, and it was 6:23 when he saw the motorcycle. The other party strikes first and then sends people to keep an eye on him. It's not a coincidence. That's not fear, it's grudge. When he was on a previous mission, he had heard that there was a powerful leader named Lao Jie nearby. He was ruthless and unyielding, and his subordinates acted extremely arrogantly. Based on the circumstances of this operation, this scarred man is likely to be a subordinate of Sister Lao, and the mastermind behind this incident is most likely to be Sister Lao. Sister Lao's people started to take action. The first target is Lao Wu, because he is the oldest soldier in the class and usually takes care of the most things. Killing him is equivalent to cutting off a leg of the fifth class. Who's next? Is it Su Ming? Because he took the lead in discovering the clues, because he was at the forefront, because he held down the last armed guy? He doesn't know. But he knew one thing: the enemy was already on the move, and they were still following normal procedures. The car continued to drive towards the camp area. The closer it got to the city, the more traffic there was. He suddenly said: "Stop." The driver stepped on the brake, "What's wrong?" "Stop right here." "But not yet-" "Stop." His tone was neither high nor low, just one word. The driver glanced at him and pulled over. Su Ming opened the door and got out of the car, standing on the side of the road. He looked up at the street sign and confirmed the location - it was less than two kilometers away from the camp in a straight line, but interspersed with the narrow alleys and old buildings of the old city. He took out his cell phone, opened the map, and marked a point: the location where Lao Wu was found. Mark a second point: where he saw the pickup truck just now. The third point: supply station. The three points are connected into a line, encircling it in an arc, as if someone is drawing a circle. He turned off his phone and put it back in his pocket. The wind blew over, carrying a bit of dusty smell. He stood still, watching the passing traffic. A milk tricycle passed in front of him, with glass bottles stacked in the truck compartment. There was a child lying on the window sill on the second floor eating a steamed bun and spitting out a mouthful of crumbs. Everything is normal. But he knew that something was different. He turned around and faced the driver, "You go back, I'll walk back by myself." "Are you crazy? Zhang Ban explained——" "Just say that I have temporary I'll go back to the team later." He interrupted, "If you ask, just say that I met a fellow villager on the street and chatted with him for a few words." The driver wanted to say something more, but after looking at him, he didn't say anything more and just nodded. Su Ming turned around and left, walking forward along the sidewalk. He did not go directly to the camp, but turned into a side street. The street is narrow, with old-fashioned brick houses on both sides, and the words "Keep away from dangerous houses" written in red paint on the walls. He walked slowly, stopping at every intersection, pretending to look at shop signs, but actually looking behind him. After passing three intersections, he ducked behind a closed car repair shop. There were piles of scrapped bicycle tires, and there was a doghouse in the corner, but the dog wasn't there. He squatted down, picked up a broken brick from the ground, and lightly scratched a mark on the cement floor. Then he went around to the other side, climbed up a pile of sandbags, climbed over the wall and climbed into the next yard. There were clothes hanging to dry in the yard, but no one was there. He crossed the patio, pushed open the back door, and entered a narrower alley. He walked fifty meters in the alley, stopped, and stood against the wall. Footsteps were heard in the distance, approaching from far away. He held his breath and reached for his waist—there should be a gun there, but there wasn't one. The footsteps passed by the alley, paused, and then continued walking away. He breathed a sigh of relief, took out his cell phone from his arms, and turned it on. The signal is full. He didn't unlock it, just held it, feeling its weight. He knew that he had been targeted. We also know that the other party will not send just one person. But he also understands that he cannot hide forever. He had to go back, enter the camp, see Zhang Hao, and find out where Lao Wu fell, whether there were any witnesses, and whether there were any traces left. More importantly - he has to let the other party know that he is not afraid. He walked out of the alley and onto the main road, his pace quickening. The sun shines on my face, which is a bit dazzling. He raised his hand to block it and looked forward with squinted eyes. The camp gate is one kilometer ahead. The red flag on the flagpole is swaying in the wind. The sentry stood in the guard box, hands behind his back, motionless. He walked towards the door. Halfway through, he suddenly turned into a newsstand on the roadside and bought a newspaper. When the boss was looking for change, he casually asked: "Did something happen this morning? The police car came several times." The boss shook his head, "I don't know, I heard there was a fight in the west of the city and someone died." Su Ming hummed and continued walking with the newspaper. He didn't unfold it, just rolled it up and held it in his hand. The wind blew the corners of his clothes. He walked neither fast nor slowly, like an ordinary soldier who had just returned from his duties. But his eyes kept scanning the surroundings. Every person passing by, every parked car, every open window. He knew that the enemy was watching him. He looked at them too.